The start

Of the road that will take me to being fixed.

Was first on the surgery list. No complications. Diagnosis made. It IS what I thought. I have got to have more surgery in the not too distant future. An ovary to be removed, along with extensive scar tissue and a chocolate tumour. I was right to get a second opinion. the original hospital was wrong, spectacularly so and if I had acceded to their proposed treatment then my situation would have worsened and I would not have got to this diagnostic stage for another twelve months.

Even in my drugged state, I can tell you that vindication is a wonderful feeling.

I am now very sore, very spaced, have a really sore throat from breathing tube apparently, and that is why I have hamster cheeks...throat sweets! Super sexy compression socks to be worn day and night for a week, and a supply of strong drugs that will keep me floating for at least a week.

Thank you all so much for your support and kind words over the last twelve months as I have wrangled with my declining physical state and mixed up emotions. Between you all and my wonderful family and friends, you have given me the strength to make my fuss and get to the point where I know that this will be resolved.

Much love
Hebs
Xxxx